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April 28 began with a few hours late. We moved in the early afternoon to go shopping.

Kizsò occurred at Nyugati with a beautiful shirt.

We were in a record store whose ¾ discs were used exclusively for DEPECHE MODE.

I bought "Vauxhall & I Morrissey (in a not-too-hypothetical-list of his best work places it in third place, with "Maladjusted." Clearly, preceded by "You Are the Quarry" and "Ringleader of the Tormentors") and "Trans Europe Express" by Kraftwerk in German for my brother. Matt bought a Kizsò a live DVD of a group I can not remember the name. Group together who have seen live in 2003. whispered to take Kizsò distracted, he did everything without his knowledge. He paid if you put in your backpack and you rocked the idea of seeing the face of our great friend when gliel'avrebbe given. Smug when we reached the clerk of the shop and chased after asking to be able to change the copy of the DVD with another. He needed that specific because the only copy with the price printed on them. Everything has been said in Hungarian. Evidently Kizsò translated. Later he went translation, the more he realized that what he was pulling out of the backpack Matt would be her gift. The expression of Matthew to see his empire of cards disappear at the first gust of wind? I can not describe!

We had lunch at the Subway near Deák tér.

For the first time we have betrayed our beloved turkish restaurant situated opposite the Theatre. That no one will ever match their lemonade!

At Subway Kizsò took a lot to tell each other "dirty" in the bathrooms of the post-capitatagli Kizsò great, never mind ... -. I gave him my gift, Jonathan Coe's book "The House of Sleep." I love this book so much that sometimes, in moments of despair, I re-read the steps. It is of great comfort! Afterwards he and Matt went to make purchases from other Iguana and I spent a wonderful afternoon with Zita. After being chased for half an hour between a basilica, a metro station and a damn Castro bistro under a loggia, finally, we find ourselves. We've got to spend more than a few simple hours together. We have taken all the time in the world. We were told and understood. All framed by some more-than-decent glasses of white wine.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Budapest, there was an essay Kizsò with a beer in my hand and wearing a black jacket who laughed servus an idiot ...

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We returned home Bence who told us a great game of table-ok, not really great but if not I emphasize I am not happy. " It's called Metro. The player assumes the role of a builder of railroads in the metropolitan Lutèce the early twentieth century. Who is able to connect multiple stations in his possession when he won-do you want Matt revenge;) -.

On the morning of 29 we went to sleep as usual, even if in the end at 10:30 am i already opened my eyes tragically. I just have to hear the music, make me a nice long shower, and wait for the awakening of the bear (with affection Mattia). That afternoon we went to the Chain Bridge

And then in Vaci utca to do some shopping. I reviewed all of souvenir sellers that there could be more trash, all in search of a plastic ball Budapest with the snow in for Valentina. We have come across a lovely group of Scots, who in turn have been around a few square hopping and singing their traditional song. Trasbordanti pints of beer in the early afternoon rarely lead to anything good for their reputation. In the late afternoon I have reviewed with Zita while Matt went to Kizsò. We would see late at night to dance and drink (as we drank!). Compared to the previous day to meet with Zita was much simpler. We gathered in front of the family Nyugati. From there we started to walk without stopping. We talked until we come hungry. I told her about me and Barbara. She told me her ex-boyfriend and the current one. I found myself still struck by the words coming out of my mouth. In some moments the words were trembling slightly. It is a torture, I know. It is also the sign that I am a human being that needs to be loved like anyone else, to paraphrase, "How Soon Is Now?". After a good meal in a lovely restaurant near the metro Kalvin, after a delicious meal in the past to speak of this and that (many more, a few less), after a delicious meal ended with a delicious salad we went where we have to chacha later joined Kizsò and Matthias.

The evening was amazing, just like all the old ones in this city that seems made to pamper my ego. Beer in droves, vodka a go-go dancing and we were close to each other to good music as the swing version of "Wanderwall" of OASIS and "Feel good corporation" (as if I'm not mistaken) the never-too- ELVIS late. I raised some good move taken from footage of Moz, I was carried away by the time I went at least 10 times in the bathroom. Every time I left Fl-Fl-up to the woman officer to the bathroom. I think he bought a house with everything what I gave. A funny thing happened to me one of the last times coming from the bathroom. A girl comes to my hand, I literally put my hand on, sorry, package and tells me something in Hungarian. Not quite understanding what he meant to let me know that young woman, but considering that everyone who puts a hand on the package and you hardly want to say something to offend you smiling at me, I thanked her and I offered her the best of my smiles. Fattesi 5 in the morning we headed towards Nyugati where Zita had laciato his car that was reported in the small town by the name of Monor. We greeted us with an appointment in October, when he comes to Rome for two, maybe three, months. Back to home, because certainly we would be back home but I do not remember anything, I'm lying in bed and I opened my eyes only in the morning when the alarm sounded while poor Matt has spent the night throwing up the soul. Enough to have lying on the sofa in the living room so as to be closer to the bathroom. Seeing smug sleep also had the urge to wake up at night, if he had only one would return to Rome. No matter which of the two. Just one.

here we are at 11 am appointment with Kizsò and Alma to go to the airport. At 11 o'clock in the morning here Kizsò that opens eyes, looks around and realizes he did not put the alarm ( fuck ... fuck ... fuck-). It is already late for an appointment. Matt is an irreversible coma. Every now and then says something that is always followed by a mumble something typical when you salt on the stomach and trying to stop last through clenched teeth. This situation also adds the hiccups. In his absence I, Alma Kizsò and we laughed at everything.

Here at the start, one of the umpteenth departure from Budapest. Exactly seven years ago we set foot for the first time, we kids pompous of our culture and our city are still bloated in ROME ... - on Hungarian soil, and immediately, with those balloons of different colors that Kizsò waved his hands with the written name mo, something snapped. That indefinable something so I can now call it love. I love all those extraordinary people I know in Budapest. I love those (are you two) with whom I shared those moments of incredibly exciting and other times emotionally devastating. It's all here with me, in what is called "personal baggage". I brought home my "baggage" more and more filled, the best way to end a trip.

When Victor Hugo said that the most complicated thing about poetry is to fill the space between a rhyme and another had fully reason. Equally difficult to fill with poetry stages of his life when it is dark. I believe that these 5 days have meant a lot to many of us. That is enough.

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Part II - Part I

A nightclub in the open. Probably four in the morning of April 28. In the body are felt determined 10 shot of Absolut Vodka, preceded by two glasses of wine in the afternoon. The live music of high and low. "La isla bonita" by Madonna is getting bored air-ok, maybe he was just bored me-when, as a thunder and more gentle sound of a bomb, "Bigmouth Strikes Again" by The Smiths and invades the runway with her whole ' Margaret Island. It's sublime. It's my delirium - Bigmouth du da da da daaa! -. Explosion in a reckless and unbridled dance. It's my delirio.Credo this is an excellent opening words to tell the Edenic my days in Hungary. The music, her ever-present. It was closed within the walls of a nightclub located under the street level -S ü ss fel-nap, in the Metro-Kalvin chacha-or, indeed, free to float to the island Margherita.Le people; extraordinary beauty with which they kept me in the arm these days! I was mad, Kizsò, Zita, Alma, Bence, Dorcas ... in this city that can offer its product only to those who know him ask with kindness and elegance.

Bello enter a cinema, The Odeon, which is also video library and coffee. So elegant that makes you forget that you came to see a movie, "The Consequences of Love." I've always loved watching films in Italian cinema abroad.

seems absurd but this is one of the first things we did Matt and I just arrived, shortly after having taken a nice cold beer in the house of the wise Kizsò. It was the afternoon of April 26. On the first day.

That morning, when we arrived at the airport, watching the sun from Budapest as a father his son in his first, timid steps. Big changes on the horizon. Many shipyards. Budapest, a city in turmoil.

Bence Dorca and we have lovingly opened the doors of their apartment. A statuesque apartment on the Danube, near the Margaret Bridge.

Just below the house a beautiful park full of flowers and children on tricycles. Me and Matt, he said, to play the part of the gay couple on honeymoon who take pictures of the flowers ...

the second morning that of 27, was exciting. After a breakfast-lunch-dose of chocolate croissants, bikes in hand, we have traveled far and wide mother Margaret with its flowering trees and people are satisfied by the spring sunshine. Because emotion is very present in my memory was this island. Why this much in my memory was that white loggia that seems to call loudly "The mysteries of the garden of Compton House chief of Peter Greenaway.

Oktogon tér then welcomed us in a torrential downpour, so we had to fix somewhere.

That evening we went to S ü ss fel nap where Kizsò held months ago, a memorable Depeche Mode Party. This event requires further investigation. On Thursday, this place completely decorated by an anarchist painter-drinker that these were his debts with the club owner, has done the work for free-hosting the university party. This Thursday was no exception. The girls were a disarming beauty but what thrilled me most was leaving their approach. Know what they want and know how to get. I can honestly say that this trip had placed a lot of expectations. I came here for Kizsò, absolutely. I came here to see the beautiful Zita. I came here to feel wanted again, to regain a bit 'self-esteem which, these days, you pay dearly. With these premises an affair with one of these beautiful girls eager-uninhibited-was the obvious thing to do. Maybe I did well but I will not be heard. Many factors played into this decision. I did not want the first person I kissed after Barbara was a Hungarian all that I would never seen in my life. My ego is satisfied, however, returned to Rome. Every night was an evening where you can kiss someone. Every night there was a girl attracted to me. So enough. That
evening at S ü ss fel nap, I finished alone. Kizsò and Matt had come home. I stayed until closing time, closing with a beautiful "Try" by Macy Gray. 5e30 It was the morning and felt only my footsteps in a Budapest silent.

The comic-thing-now that the story was to go home. I put the key in the lock but does not turn. I knew I was right, Bence had given me confidence to go out first showing me how to do it. I insist, but nothing happens. I weighed well to take another key from the deck and slip into another lock. A fatal mistake. The key is not only did not run but was still stuck inside the lock. Behind me was the Budapest early morning yawns while I was struggling with that damn door. I would rather sleep on the landing that Bence with the bell and wake me open. Breaking a nail extension, the first key from the deck. Retrying as from the beginning to turn it. None. Nothing for 10 minutes. Every time I try to remove the key lock on the other stuck. None. Nothing for 10 minutes. The desperation and sadness I look bored. At that point, without knowing how to explain how, the door magically opens. The joy was short-lived. There was yet another key to release. After a while it seems that fate had satisfied his sense of humor and I made it possible to remove the key with a disarming ease. It was six passes of 28 April, a day that would prove to be full of surprises ...